polination (the poles of flowers)

[_astrolabe_]

I found a flower the other day, or perhaps this flower found me. These qualities so delicate and familiar, and with a softness that I could not resist. I held close and perhaps too soon, for some petals hit the ground, however I didn't uproot it and take it home. Now that I know where it is however, I'll return to it often and hopefully come to know more. I fear that haste could ruin the purpose of our encounter, perhaps there's more to this. Though now that I know where she is, I'll return so that we might grow together.

In these complex times let me plant myself beside you,
so to bask in your warmth and sweet perfume.